What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone.

At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.

Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.

My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.

Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.

I don't think she's ever coming back.